Above the Hungry Ghost Path, the little monk Xuan Wu surveyed the collapsed mountain path below. The Hungry Ghost Path was located at the edge of the Ghost Realm, and the end point was the Ghost Capital Outpost.
Any ghost spirit that entered this path had to follow the mountain path all the way to the end, and then obtain the identity of the Ghost Realm from the Ghost Capital Outpost. After that, they had to go through layers of investigation by the Ghost Judge under the Ghost King, and atone for their past sins before they could obtain the identity of an ordinary citizen of the Ghost Realm.
It could be said that the ghost spirits in the Hungry Ghost Path were the lowest existence in the Ghost Realm, but there were too many ghost spirits. There were too many ghost spirits that entered the Ghost Realm from the other realms, and adding the ghost spirits that came from the lower realms, there were about ten million of them.
It was no wonder the Ghost King had such a headache, and sent a letter to ask for help from the Buddha Realm.
Looking from afar, the Hungry Ghost Path was densely packed with ghost spirits, and the line was in chaos for hundreds of miles. Flying to the densely packed area of ghost spirits at the front, he found that a section of the Hungry Ghost Path below had collapsed. The original mountain path could allow ten ghost spirits to walk together, but now it could only allow two people to walk together. There were many ghost spirits that tried to walk past the collapsed cliff, but all of them fell into the deep valley below.
On the side of the cliff, there were a dozen or so Ghost Capital Cultivators that formed a guardrail to maintain order, so the situation was under control and did not cause too much chaos.
After the monk Xuan Wu surveyed the area in the air, he flew down to inform the ghost cultivators that stayed behind. After showing the Ghost King's letter, the ghost cultivator leader's attitude became unusually polite, and after a brief introduction of the situation, he let Xuan Wu take charge of the repair work.
After a while, he slowly flew up and said, "Martial Uncle, it will take some time to repair the Hungry Ghost Path, please guard this disciple when the time comes."
"Of course. Martial nephew, just do your best. I will stay by your side to protect you until your cultivation is incomplete." Yi Tian then tried to ask, "I don't know when the Hungry Ghost Realm was destroyed. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have been destroyed for no reason. Also, this place is not far from the Ghost Capital Outpost, could it be that someone from the Ghost Realm would come here to challenge the authority of the Ghost King? "
When Xuan Wu heard this, he shook his head and said, "The heavens don't fulfill one's wishes. I heard from the ghost cultivators here that at that time, it seemed that a void gap suddenly appeared out of thin air. After a green light flew out of that gap, the aftershocks scattered and landed on the Hungry Ghost Realm, causing the mountain path here to collapse. "
Yi Tian's expression didn't change, but he couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart. This timing just so happened to coincide with when he escaped from the Immortal World fragment vortex. On top of that, the green light was the same as his protective divine light. Could it be that he had unintentionally caused all of this? Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty, but he still pretended that he didn't know anything.
Between Shaoqing and Xuan Wu, Monk Xuan Wu slowly descended to the bottom of the valley. Yi Tian followed behind him to protect him.
The Black Tortoise found a high ground in the valley, then flew up and slowly sat down. Then, he took out a jade scroll, a brush, and a bracelet of Buddhist beads. After that, he closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.
Yi Tian then found an empty spot by the cliff three hundred feet away from him and sat down. When Xuan Wu closed his eyes and began to circulate, a gentle Buddhist light appeared around him.
Not long after, he opened his eyes and started chanting scriptures. Yi Tian didn't know much about the scriptures in the Great Thunder Light Zen Temple, but he had heard a little about the Pure Land's scriptures.
The scripture Xuan Wu was chanting was the Pure Land Sect's Ksitigarbha Sutra. When this scripture came out of his mouth, it seemed to be guided by the Buddhist light, causing the collapsed rocks of the Hungry Ghost Realm to slowly rise and repair the foundation of the mountain path.
At this moment, there seemed to be a reaction in the void. Not long after, ripples of spirit pressure appeared in the void. Then, a gap appeared and a large amount of golden Buddhist power slowly flowed out. As if it was guided by Xuan Wu, it slowly descended and attached itself to the foundation of the Hungry Ghost Realm.
As the surrounding large pieces of stone slowly rose, they gradually piled up, and under the support of the golden Buddhist power, the originally collapsed mountain path was slowly mended.
When Yi Tian saw this, he realized that Buddhist power was used to repair the Hungry Ghost Realm. The Buddhist power in the gap in the void naturally came from the Buddhist Realm. It seemed that this wasn't the work of Xuan Wu alone. Presumably, there were many monks in the Great Lightning Temple chanting at the same time, slowly sending the Buddhist power through the gap in the void.
In the blink of an eye, he realized that he had created a huge mess. It was impossible for him to stay out of this. After thinking about it, Yi Tian sat down and went through the scripture recorded in the Thunder Pattern Wooden Fish in his mind. Then, he began to chant.
As the scripture came out of his mouth, the surrounding Buddhist light became abnormally bright. Not long after, two golden balls of light appeared at the bottom of the valley at the same time. The gap in the gap gradually expanded under Yi Tian's support. The golden Buddhist power that flowed out of it was also 30% faster than before.
Clattering noises could be heard incessantly. The scattered stones on the ground were pulled up one after another, and under the support of the Buddhist power, they were stacked up one after another. Not long after, the collapsed area was filled up.
Three days later, after the spell was cast, Xuan Wu turned to Yi Tian and bowed. "Thank you for your help, Martial Uncle. It's much faster than expected."
"Martial Nephew, there's no need to be so polite. I think the repaired mountain path isn't sturdy enough. It needs to be reinforced a few more times before it can be used," Yi Tian replied earnestly.
"Of course. I'll cast the spell now." After saying that, Xuan Wu turned around and picked up a jade book and a talisman pen that he had prepared beforehand and began to write.
Yi Tian used his divine sense and found that Xuan Wu had carved the Eight Words of Heavenly Thunder Sound on the jade book. After that, he put away the talisman pen and held the jade book with both hands. Then, he gently injected Buddhist power into it. After ten breaths, he said, "Disciple Xuan Wu has been entrusted by the Ghost King to repair the Hungry Ghost Path. Please bestow the Eight Words of Heavenly Thunder Sound as the cornerstone. May the Hungry Ghost Path never collapse again."
After that, he raised the jade book and flew toward the unrepaired mountain path. After three breaths, it disappeared into the mountain rocks. Then, the imprint of the Eight Words of Heavenly Thunder Sound appeared on the cliff. At the same time, several voices came from above the Hungry Ghost Path. They were the ghost cultivators who were inspecting the path.
Presumably, the path had been repaired and could be used again. Xuan Wu sighed and turned to ask, "Will Martial Uncle return with me?"
"Of course." Yi Tian thought for a while and replied, "May I know how long the journey to the Buddhist Realm is?"
"Buddha is in the heart. Thousands of rivers and mountains are nothing but a leap," Xuan Wu replied.
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